Rambling at Ragley

I have a completely unconscious Dachshund on my lap. He’s making sweet little snorting sounds and occasionally his ears twitch. But apart from that, he’s cream crackered. It takes quite a lot to completely tire Mort out – but I have done it. In fact, I’m slightly worried I’ve broken him.

In Dachshund terms, he has has the Best Day Ever.

Last night my sister stayed over. I’m not sure if she was quite prepared for the furry, boiling hot Dachshund that would insist on cuddling her all night. Mort isn’t aware of the meaning of ‘personal space’. Apparently he was so taken with her staying over that every time she rolled over in her sleep, she slightly opened her eyes to find Mort’s face right next to hers, with an expression that said: “Whatcha doing? Oh good, you’re awake!” When I crept into her room this morning to see if she was up, I found her at the foot of the bed, rubbing Mort’s belly. Needless to say, he was a big fan of our guest.

This morning we made pancakes in our pyjamas and decided, since it was sunny, we would take Mort somewhere.

That somewhere was Ragley Hall – a stately home where my sister recently started working. I had been there a few times before, but never with Mort. So we decided to flash Abi’s staff pass at the man on the entrance, and undertake the Ragley Hall woodland walk.

It didn’t fail to disappoint. Bluebells, horses, sheep, beautiful countryside and bizarre pieces of art that Mort took an immediate dislike to. And then a drink outside at one of my favourite dog-friendly pubs; The Fish at Wixford. I think the pictures tell the story of our day better than I could-enjoy! I hope you have all had lovely weekends-and enjoy the extra day tomorrow if you’re lucky enough to have a Bank Holiday.